#street fighter bf!hendery

[teasteeper]

beach day ^_~ 🫧 (w.kh)

pairing: street fighter bf!hendery x f!reader

genre: fluff, smut 18+ minors dni

warnings: mentions of injury, smoking, oral (m receiving), pinv

words: 1.6k

Hendery is a bit of a recluse, opting to spend his time off alone with you in your shared apartment, healing his injuries and making up for all the time you’ve spent pent up in there by yourself. The sun hurts his eyes, seeing as he only really goes out at night, and he can’t stand the judgmental looks he gets from people when he walks around with raw, bloody knuckles and black eyes on display, especially when those nasty looks are directed at you.

He can usually pacify your begging for him to take you out and do something fun, pushing your face into his pillow and splitting your little cunt on his cock until you forget all about it. But summer is something you do not take lightly, especially when it comes to going to the beach. So, you have to pull out all the stops.

“Or… this one!” You tie the sixth bikini you’ve tried on behind your neck before doing a spin for Hendery, sitting in front of you on the couch. At first you went to the bedroom to change, but seeing as you had so many skimpy swimsuits to try on, you figured it made more sense to change right there. You made sure to face him as you untied each tiny top and let it fall to the ground, turning around to peel off the matching bottoms, bending down and taking your time to search for the next one. Remember, all the stops.

By now Hendery’s back is fully slumped against the couch, an almost pained expression on his face as you force him to watch you undress and redress into your bikinis.

“So, which one?”

“I know what you’re doing,” Hendery huffs standing up and grabbing your hips to turn you to face away from him. He pulls at the strings of your bikini, starting at your neck, then your mid back, and finally the bows at your hips that had just held up the tiny bottoms. “I’ll take you to the beach tomorrow.”

As expected Hendery takes you to a private beach - not actually private but pretty secluded, like a peaceful little sanctuary surrounded by palm trees and far away from all other beachgoers.

He’s dress like, well… like a street fighter off duty. His hat is pulled lower over his face with big black sunglasses covering his eyes. You don’t waste a second before pushing his big hoodie up his torso and over his head, throwing it over to where your overpacked beach bag sits in the sand. It knocks his hat off and sets his glasses askew, and he pulls them off and throws them towards the rest of your things, offering a pretty lopsided smile he only shows you.

Getting him to the beach is a miracle, so you don’t argue when he refuses to swim, only sticking out your tongue over your shoulder as you hop over the hot sand towards the sparkly blue ocean. Hendery’s content sitting in the shade, watching your tan limbs flutter in the water as he holds the ice cream he bought you in one hand, a cigarette in the other (you bit your tongue instead of telling him about the no smoking rule).

Swimming under the blinding sun tires you out, spending the rest of the day spread out on a blanket with Hendery. The fresh ocean air and the fact that he brought you all the way here when he’d probably much rather be at home gives you a serotonin boost, half straddling him as you lean over him. Your head is dizzy and your lips swollen from kissing all over his warm skin, pulling back to take in the sight of him somewhat relaxed for once.

You ghost your fingers over his torso, tracing the deep purple bruises over his ribs and chest. It should scare you how broken he looks, how fighting has hardened him, his eyes dark and narrow like they’re on alert, his knuckles always red and raw. But it makes you warm inside, his sharp jaw and firm muscles so familiar, the bruises and scars so pretty on his pale skin.

You’re lightheaded and stupid and so, so happy, letting out a bubbly moan as you plant your puffy lips on his. When you pull away he uses his fingers to brush your half dried hair behind your ear, pressing his palm to your warm, sunkissed cheek. “What is it, baby?”

You turn into his hand, kissing across his palm before licking a stripe up the column of his pointer finger before closing your lips around it and sucking the digit into your mouth. “I love you,” you mumble around him, meeting his soft gaze.

He sighs, using his other hand to trail across your bare shoulder, pulling at the strap of your bikini and letting it snap against your skin. “I love you too… Baby?”

His hand falls from your mouth as you back up, crawling to kneel between his legs as you tug at the waistband of his shorts, impatiently undoing the button.

“Shit,” Hendery looks around, but the trees create a wall, and no one can be heard anywhere nearby.

He never does this, just sit back and watch as you do all the work. You have to look up and see for yourself that he hasn’t tangled his hand in your hair yet, finding his hands by his sides, his expression stoic save for his eyes that have darkened, watching your every move through his half lidded gaze with bated breath.

You giggle as his hard cock slaps his tummy once you get his shorts down his hips, leaning over to press a quick trail of kisses down his torso before circling your hand around his base, licking at the precum on his tip. He hisses, encouraging you to wrap your lips around the sensitive head.

You’re already drooling for him, pulling back and pursing your lips to land a glob of spit on his cock, pumping him with your first to get him slick. “Your throat,” he chokes out, “Put it in your throat, honey. Like that, fuck, my pretty girl.”

You whine sharply around him, his cock filling your mouth and his deep voice making your back arch deeper, wiggling your hips with your knees pressed together to get some friction on your centre.

At last his fingers push your hair back before tangling in the strands, his other hand cupping your jaw. “Ah- god, fuck” he groans, pressing his palm to the bulge in your throat.

You’re so messy, drool leaking from the corners of your lips and tits spilling out of your bikini top, mewling as you choke on Hendery’s cock. He has to pull you off him so he doesn’t cum, taking hold of your hips to maneuver you onto your back.

A sigh leaves you, trying to catch your breath as he hurriedly kicks his shorts off before ripping your bikini bottoms down your thighs. Your legs are already sore, whining out as he pushes your knees to your chest, inspecting your glistening, aching pussy. “There she is,” he mumbles, spitting rudely onto his fingers before dragging them through your puffy folds.

The friction sends waves through you, already dumb and fucked and moaning freely as if you aren’t outside. You’re cut off with a kiss as Hendery bends over you, humming against his warm lips. He works his jaw to open yours, smoothing his tongue over your own and swallowing your gasps when he lines his cock up to your entrance, starting with shallow thrusts that get deeper each time.

He’s deep but lazy, so unlike his usual commanding movements. When he’d usually be grunting and gritting he’s teeth his jaw is slack, trailing wet open mouthed kisses across your chest, deep, drawn out moans humming against your skin.

Your nails press into his shoulders to leverage your hips to buck up to meet his thrusts, needing him deeper. And he just knows, smoothing his hands over your hips to hold them steady as he pounds that spongy spot inside you over and over.

“There,” he sighs, smoothing his thumb over your cheek before pushing it between your lips. “Be good for me, baby. Please.”

“I’m- mmh. Don’t stop,” you whine around his digit, letting your limbs grow weak, your frame rocking up and down with his thrusts.

His torso tenses, abs flexing as his breaths get sharp and fast. “Fuck.. That’s a pretty girl. Let me see you cum, baby.”

The cord in your tummy pulls taught before it snaps, drooling around his thumb like you gush around his length.

“Baby,” he coos. “Jus' like that. Y’so fucking pretty. Look so pretty like this.”

He’s rambling, pulling his cock out of your cunt to rub through your folds as he fucks himself, warm sticky cum covering your tummy.

Hendery finally pulls his thumb from your mouth, pressing his lips to yours when you push them out in a pout. The kiss makes you smile a sort of lazy, lopsided smirk with your eyes closed.

“Sleepy girl, hm” another kiss as he lays down on the towel beside you. You look so pretty for him, skin glowing and soft from the sun and water, lips plump and red to match your flushed cheeks. Your lips part to let out shallow breaths, and he eases his thumb back into your mouth, sighing out when you accept his digit with nothing more than a small sigh. Next time you wouldn’t need to pull out all the stops for a beach day.

p.s. this pic is so sf!hendery <///3

[teasteeper]

what abt street fighter bf!hendery when u secretly show up to one of his fights 🫠 he just sees u in the crowd

18+ minors dni, f!reader, blood + injury, weed, pinv, big dick hendery (real), “daddy”

this is kind of long and a mess but this is a big deal in the street fighter bf!hendery universe 🥸

oh he’d actually lose it. it’s his worst nightmare, that one thing that was never supposed to happen. the terrified look on your face after seeing him at his scariest was worse than he imagined. he’s fucked up and he can be mean but you’re his baby, the reason he does any of this shit in the first place, so the look you give him makes him forget everything, pushing through the hollering crowd to tuck you under his arm and take you home

you’re just shocked as he drives you home, sat silently in the passenger seat as he speeds through traffic, shaky hands wiping at the blood dripping from his nose that’s most likely broken. if it is broken he can’t even feel it, the pain and any drugs he’s taken completely worn off

he’s rambling, yelling and cursing, getting frustrated at himself for not knowing how to make it better, “what did i fucking tell you?” “why don’t you ever listen to me?”

at home he holds you so tight to his chest, sparking the joint hanging from his mouth over your shoulder. your silence actually scares him, his leg bouncing restlessly under you

“you’re hurt” when you finally speak you’re ghosting your fingertips over his cheek, a bruise forming dark and shiny under his eye. despite everything you’re worried about him, and his chest tightens, “it doesn’t hurt” his voice is on the verge of breaking, worried he’ll scare you off if he’s too loud

he watches soundlessly as you get up, coming back a moment later with his little first aid kit, taking out a small bottle of cleaning alcohol and a cloth. you straddle his thighs, facing him, his big hands moving up to rest on your hips. his tired eyes don’t leave your face

when his eye’s cleaned up you move to pull his bloodied shirt off. he’s a broken mess, but he looks so pretty, back slumped against the couch, chest rising and falling with slow breaths, big bruises across his ribs, long strands of black hair falling into his eyes. he can’t help that he’s hard, breathing deep as he stops himself from pushing his hips up against you

you just want to feel him, and he lets you, watching your manicured nails trace lines down his abdomen. his cock is heavy in your hands, and he lets out a deep sigh at the sight of both your fists wrapped around him, so big that a few inches go uncovered

he hooks his thumb into your panties to pull them to the side, looking at your slick, needy sex and swallowing a moan. “d’you want daddy on top, baby?”, you shake your head, “let me”

you ride him so slow, one of his big hands pressing against your tummy, making you whine and squeeze around him, grabbing at his forearm. “so fucking perfect, my pretty girl”, his voice is deep and tired and has heat pooling in your tummy. he thrusts up into you slow and deep, your slick dripping down his cock and making a sticky mess between your bodies

“look at me” he picks your jaw up in his hand, your wide eyes finding his hooded ones. he looks hurt, and angry, and broken - pressure builds in your tummy and a sob rises in your throat, the weight of everything being too much

he finally lays you on your back, shushing you as he licks and kisses at the hot tears rolling down your cheeks. he fucks you slow and deep until you cum, low voice mumbling into your neck, slightly breaking with urgency, “nothing's gonna hurt you, baby, just be good f'me" "no one else can see you like this- look s'pretty under me, like you belong there"

[teasteeper]

soft street fighter bf!hendery things..

18+ minors dni, f!reader, injury, oral (f receiving), pinv

street fighter bf!hendery who prefers to spend his time off alone with you. outside of your apartment he's met with wary looks from strangers at the scars littering his hands, making everyone uneasy with his bad reputation stamped on his face in the form of a blackeye and busted lip. unlike in your apartment where there's no hard reputation or violence - it's safe, soft, it feels good. he doesn't have to wear a cap low over his face or baggy clothes that won't cause friction against his wounds, opting for no shirt. you see it just as a habit of comfort, not knowing he does it so you'll ghost your fingers over his bruised ribs and chest, softly pressing your lips to his skin when you're both in bed

street fighter bf!hendery who eats you out for hours, his head bent to rest on your inner thigh as he laps lazily at your clit, closing his lips around the sensitive bud in a sloppy kiss. his moans vibrate against you as he pushes his tongue into your tight hole, slurping obscenely at your slick as it drips out of you and spitting it back onto you, spreading it messily through your folds with his long fingers. he pulls away to tug your panties back over your sex, pinching at your swollen clit and watching with his jaw dropped as your slick seeps sticky and wet through the fabric. he'd move up the bed to rest his forearms on either side of your head, pushing his knee between your legs to press his thigh against your cunt. "show me what you want, baby"

street fighter bf!hendery who only leaves marks on you if you ask for it. even then he's so slow and gentle, sucking the plush flesh of your tits into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth and letting it go with a pop, leaning back to watch the blood rush to the surface of your skin. he pumps two long fingers lazily into your cunt, his cheeks hollow as he sucks, lips getting pretty and swollen. you both get dizzy and overstimulated, your slick gushing around his digits and dripping down his hand as you squirm under him, his cock hard and sensitive as he grinds deep into the mattress. he just shushes your mewls, burying his face in your neck to continue his trail of bruises, "just a little more, baby, y'being so good"

street fighter bf!hendery who bounces you on his cock when you can’t sleep, trying to tire you out as he hugs you to his chest, “shh.. that’s it, baby, let it out”. he puts him thumb in your mouth, watching you get fucked out as you suck around his digit, your hands pressing on his chest as you fuck yourself on his cock. when your body goes rigid, pussy pulsing around him as you cum, he flips you over, giving you slow, deep thrusts as he fucks you full of his cum. “go to sleep, baby” he mumbles, pressing his lips to yours softly, fucking you until you doze off

[teasteeper]

street fighter bf!hendery when he accidentally hurts reader (physically or mentally) and then he regrets it and comforts her please please

18+ minors dni, f!reader, smut, "daddy"

i've thought about this for a while and i don't see sf bf!hen physically hurting reader ever.. his constant training makes it so that he has a lot of control over his strength, and when he's with you, safe in your apartment, he's in a completely different zone. with you he can let his guard down and rest his sore body, using his body for good and making himself feel better by being soft with you. it helps him to see his bruised and bloodied hands cradling your face, brushing through your hair, feeling your soft skin.. you're his reward for all the scumbags he's beaten half to death.

mentally though.. he doesn't have that same control over his emotions, starting each day with a joint to numb any nagging thoughts. his days off are spent bouncing you on his cock, his big hands gentle on your lower back and the back of your head as he holds you face down on the bed. but his words can be condescending and mean, only enough to get you whining and clenching around his cock, arching your back and pouting for a kiss.

but sometimes he loses himself, getting meaner and meaner as you squirm under him, your big eyes filling with tears and hands pushing on his chest as he pounds your tight cunt.

“stop pushing or i’ll pull out. thought you were my good girl”

“why’re you crying, baby? acting like you aren’t a toy for my cock”

he doesn’t realize you’re upset, too fucked out as he fucks his cum into you, smothering you with a big hand over your mouth, getting messy with your tears and drool, “so pretty when you just shut up and take it”

he’d notice that you’re quiet the next day, asking you what’s wrong since he can barely remember the night before. “you were mean..” you mumble, burying your face into his neck, your small voice making him hate himself. i think he'd spend the day doing whatever you want to make it up to you, buying you things as a way of saying sorry.

he asks "are you sure?" when you grind against his lap later that night, eyes getting dark when you give him a nod and push his shirt up his torso. he lets you set the pace and use him how you need, fighting the urge to buck his hips up as you ride him. "pretty girl" he mutters, slumped against the couch with one hand behind his head and the other rolling one of your nipples between his fingers, pinching lightly and watching your skin flush to match his bruised knuckles. "show daddy how pretty you look when you cum, baby", pushing two fingers into your mouth and groaning out when you bite down, gushing on his cock as your hips stutter. "that's it" he rasps, pushing his hips up to sink further into you, pushing out your slick to drip down his cock.

[teasteeper]

street fighter bf!hendery II

18+ minors dni, f!reader, blood and injury, toxic!hendery, "daddy", smut

part 1

street fighter bf!hendery who tries not to wake you up when he gets home. it’s some ungodly hour when he stumbles through the door, smelling like alcohol and blood with fresh cuts and bruises on his face and hands. you wake up despite his efforts, barely asleep anyways as the worry keeps you up, afraid he'll get hurt or in trouble and not come home at all. he grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls it over his head and lets it fall to the floor, sighing when his head hits the pillow beside you. his eyes are squeezed shut, one hand smoothing down his face as the other reaches around the bed for you, landing on your hip and squeezing it lightly. he really doesn't want to wake you up, he just needs to feel you, needs to ground himself with something soft and warm. he can't help himself as his long fingers trail over your tummy, inching up beneath the hem of your tank top

street fighter bf!hendery who can't look you in the face when you cry, unable to accept the way he makes you worry about his dangerous job, unable to see what his lifestyle does to the person he loves most. he's fucking you to calm you down, thrusting hard and deep to make you dumb, pushing his metallic tasting fingers through your pouty lips. "stop. stop, just be quiet" he grunts through his teeth, making you gag as his fingers reach the back of your throat. or he turns you over, his hand on the back of your head to bury your face warm, flushed face into the pillow, muffling your sobs and making it hard to catch your breath. he pounds you hard, like he has something to prove, like his way of saying sorry is filling you over and over. "im here, baby, stop crying. m'giving you everything"

street fighter bf! hendery who unintentionally gets blood on your clothes when he pulls them off, streaked over your skin with his beat up knuckles as he fucks you, trying to numb himself to the pain his latest fight has him in. he leaves blood over your cheek as he wipes away your tears with the pad of his thumb then rubs over your sensitive clit with his wet digit, looking up at you through hooded eyes as you ride him, your thighs messy with his blood and your slick. the sight of him makes you whine and grind your hips down onto him more desperately, his abs tightening with each clench of your tight walls, chest heaving with deep breaths and pretty purple bruises on his ribs, one beneath his eye. a lit joint hangs from his mouth, his brows furrowed as he grunts, lazily watching the bulge his cock makes in your tummy. "y'make daddy feel s'good" he mumbles, "y'my pretty girl, hm?"

street fighter bf!hendery who's always on edge - who does what he does so he can take care of you, buying you all the clothes and makeup and taking you wherever you want, always paying with cash and usually wearing sunglasses or his hood up to conceal his bruised and battered face. sometimes he mistakes your concern for ungratefulness, and he can't deal - veins popping in his neck as he scolds you, spitting down at you as he grips the hair at the back of your head, "look at me when i talk to you". your jaw aches from stretching around his length, knees burning as they dig into the carpet where you're knelt in front of him. you look up at him through your unshed tears, his black hair splayed over his forehead, jaw clenched as he bites back his moans, "y'look pretty when you aren't running that fucking mouth"

[teasteeper]

what happens when you slap streetfighter!hendery in the face during a very bad argument? would he be REALLY pissed or would he snap out of his thoughts and try to fix the issue between you?

anon do you want me to go insane ..

18+ mdni

i think you slapping sf!hendery would snap him out of it more than anything.. you never fight back, just taking everything he gives you. it's an unspoken agreement between you - you clean his wounds and let him be rough with you, and in return he buys you anything you want, takes you on trips on the weekend, keeps you safe.

but when your palm smacks his cheeks, wide eyes staring at him as he pinches your jaw hard between his fingers, his stomach drops and his mouth dries up because in that moment you don't feel safe.

“you want to hurt me?” his voice is quiet, angry at you for pushing him away and angry at himself for making you reach this point. “hit me again. like you mean it”

he thinks it might make him feel better like street fighting does. but you aren’t some random guy on the street, you’re the only person he cares about, and you hitting him again, the sound of it ringing out in your apartment, confirms that he can’t handle it.

you stand there staring at each other, his jaw tense and dark eyes narrowed before his hand drops from your face. first he needs to be alone, not daring to leave you alone in the apartment and going to the balcony, forearms slung over the railing and a cigarette between his fingers.

hendery never apologizes. it’s not like he doesn’t love you.. he does desperately. he just doesn’t know how to say he’s sorry, so he does what he does best. he’s trying to prove to himself that he can make you feel good as he fucks you for hours that night, fucking the both of you stupid until he forgets that scared look on your face.

[teasteeper]

I’d like to see an argument or a huge fight with street fighter bf hendery 🫠 like maybe he’s on the edge about an upcoming fight and everything you do ticks him off until you’re left hysterically crying 🫠

18+ minors dni, f!reader, blood, “daddy”

street fighter dery is always so secretive about his fights, partly because telling you about the gruesome things he does to people would just make you worry more, partly because he can’t be bothered to talk about it. you can tell a big fight, or something, must be coming up as you lay awake waiting for him to come to bed, your tired eyes watching him pace back and forth on your apartment balcony, his upteenth joint of the day between his lips

“daddy..” you whisper when he comes inside, pulling his shirt over his head, big dark bruises across his chest and ribs

“go to sleep, baby” he sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed and grabbing the small first aid kit on his nightstand, redressing his bruised and bloody knuckles. you can’t watch, opting to watch his profile, shadows over his face in the dim lit as he clenches his jaw

“what’re you looking at?” he says without looking at you, feeling your anxious gaze on him

he lets you press against his back, squishing your cheek to his shoulder, “maybe we could go to that new bookstore tomorrow, and then-”

“i have something to take care of tomorrow”

“well maybe i could-”

you’re interrupted when he turns around, one of his big hands moving up to squeeze your cheeks together with half-bandaged fingers. the sterile smell of cleaning alcohol has your nose scrunching up, but he keeps your face steady and inch from his own. “maybe you could what? come with me?”

his tone has your cheeks flushing hot and eyes welling with tears. your throat tightens up, unable to answer him if he gave you a chance, “you want me t’show you the things i have to do?” it’s a threat, his grip on your jaw bruising as it gets tighter

a fat tear rolling down your cheek seems to snap him out of it a little, pushing his thumb between your quivering lips to soothe you, instantly sucking around his digit, tasting the blood he’s smeared over your mouth, “let daddy play with you, baby, fuck those stupid ideas out of your head”

[teasteeper]

ANGRY SF HENDERY MY PUSSY AND MIND IS SEEEEETHING.

continuation of this 🤧 read it first !

18+ mdni

hendery’s already so burnt out from fighting, and your naive request to go and watch him, surrounded by dangerous, violent men makes him snap, pulling you off the bed and to your feet so fast you stumble on your way up. he doesn’t have to say anything for you to start shimmying out of your tiny pyjamas, but your sleepy hands are too slow, grabbing the flimsy material in his bloody hands and nearly ripping it off you. “need me to do everything, don’t you?”

you whine as he bends your body over, supporting your top half with his arm as he inspects your pussy, using his fingertips to pull your lips apart. tsks at you when you jolt from his slaps on your cunt, “m’barely touching you, dummy” his voice getting thick with lust, your slick already glistening on his fingers.

"relax" he sighs, your entrance too tight around the finger he pushes into you. each sharp slap to your cunt and pinch on your hip makes your body slacken, hendery's arms holding your weight effortlessly against him. and he fucks you just like that, one hand supporting you on your tummy and the other on your hip, fingers pressing little bruises into your skin. likes to watch your hair fall over your shoulder as your head drops forward, the hand on your stomach feeling it push out each time he buries his cock into you.

holds back his moans to listen to your tiny pathetic yelps, fingers digging harder into your skin and gritting his teeth as his ribs sting from the effort, each flex of the muscle in his abdomen hurting him, but your clenching around his length trumps the pain, rhythmically pounding into you to numb his pain and erase your thoughts.

he makes sure you cum before he empties into your sensitive cunt, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as choked grunts leave his chest. and he ignores your apologetic whines as he lays you down, his breath steadying as he lays beside you and pushes two fingers back into you. he lazily pumps his cum into you, waiting for your eyes to flutter closed, your whines turning to sleepy sighs.

[teasteeper]

What would make sf!hen stop street fighting?? My thoughts are pregnancy or catching you crying alone more than once bc of what he does.

the first thing that comes to mind is that street fighter bf!hendery retires because he wants to run away with you and give you a perfect life like.... his fantasies about having a family his breeding kink become all too much to the point where he can't think of anything else. he'd stumble into your apartment way too late after another shitty fight, covered in blood and body aching more than ever. he knows his fighting has been worse these days,, still the top fighter, but distracted. he'd clean himself up and walk into your room to see you and he'd just have to stand there silently, your pretty sleeping figure curled up in his bed, his pain subsiding just at the sight of you.

and then he's on top of you, waking you up with warm kisses to your neck as he pushes your shirt up your tummy, asking to fuck you in a hushed tone, hastily pulling your shorts off when you give consent. he'd fuck you like he's starved for it, grinding his hips against the backs of your thighs to feel every inch of you, dragging his cock through our walls so slow it makes you dizzy. it wasn't his plan to do this so soon, but he can't help himself as he holds your hands above your head and rasps into your mouth, "inside- lemme put it in you. please, baby. let me. tell me i can. tell me you want it"

[teasteeper]

that breeding kink thing was soooo good how do u think hendery would react if he accidentally got the reader pregnant?

it’s an ‘accident’ for lack of a better word because despite the shock, he’s so fucking happy. it gives him a reason to quit fighting - which he would do without hesitation after you find out - and devote himself to you and your little family. holds you on his lap while you search through property listings.. mansions in the south of france, penthouses in new york, beach houses in hawaii, wherever you want to go he’ll take you, anything possible thanks to fortune he’s saved up after years of fighting. he’d be even more protective of you if that’s possible, never leaving your side, the coolest person in the room when he sits in the waiting room during your doctor’s appointments. now that he’s not fighting he can do what he wants, which is doting on you 24/7. keeps track of all your little changes.. every inch your tummy grows.. the way your skin glows. it just proves that this is all he’s ever wanted, falling in love with you all over again <3

[teasteeper]

street fighter bf!hendery

18+ minors dni, f!reader, nsfw under the cut, kinda mean!hendery, “daddy”, alc + weed

street fighter bf!hendery who never comes home when he says he will..he’s always late, always making you stay up until your eyes burn and you’re biting at your nails from worry. the longer you’re with him the more you understand how unpredictable things can get, but that doesn’t stop you from assuming the worst when the time passes 5am and you still haven’t heard from him. the loud engine of his muscle car has you sprinting to the window, heart beating in your chest and relief washing over you when he gets out of the driver’s seat, limping slightly on his way to your apartment’s front door. you don’t push him to talk as he stands in front of you between your legs as you sit on the bathroom counter, dabbing at the cuts on his face with an alcohol-soaked cotton ball. you know from past experience that he prefers the quiet, doesn’t want to scare you by relaying the sketchy things he’s been through. he’d much rather tune it all out with your soft voice, his grip on your thighs getting less tense the more you ramble about the mundane day you had

street fighter bf!hendery who fucks you dumb after you ask to watch one of his fights. he needs to get it through your dizzy head that it’s too dangerous, that a pretty little thing like you has no place there, surrounded by criminals. “you must be fucking stupid” he spits through gritted teeth, his hard thrusts drilling you into the mattress, bloodied and bandaged fingers squeezing your jaw to angle your tear-streaked face towards him. “if the guys i fight see a pretty dumb little thing like you.. fuck- i can’t even imagine”. he fucks load after load into your sensitive cunt, making both your juices leak out and make a mess all over your thighs and tummy, your cheeks hot from embarrassment and still being squeezed between his fingers. his other hand fingers the cum that drips out back into you, your pussy squelching with how full he’s stuffed you, before shoving his fingers to the back of your throat that’s raw and sore from your moans and sobs. he’s calmer after emptying his balls into you, his gaze hooded and unfocused and he watches your plump lips circle around his fingers, “you’re such a good girl.. my favourite girl- i love you.. can’t let anything happen to you”

street fighter bf!hendery who’s softest when he’s crossed, your mouths so wet and messy as you make out, the sweet smell of alcohol of your breath. he doesn’t hold back, groaning into your mouth as he pulls you to straddle his lap, hands roaming all over your hips and chest. he watches you sink onto his cock his red, hooded eyes, so enamoured with you and the way your cheeks glow with a drunken flush, your lipgloss smeared around your lips that are red and swollen from kissing, “y’so pretty.. my pretty baby”. he reaches for the joint he rolled earlier, taking long tokes as he watches you bounce on his cock, the corners of his lips turning up at your tiny moans. his hands are so pretty, joint dangling from two slender fingers and red cuts and bruises all over his knuckles. “so pretty, daddy..” you reach for his hand, bringing it to your mouth and pressing soft kisses to his scars before circling your lips around his thumb, sucking and moaning softly around the digit. “ah- shit..” he whines out, setting the joint in the ashtray before flipping you onto your back, his neck bending down to leave pretty marks on your neck, trailing his lips down your chest and tummy, holding your squirming hips to the bed. when he’s done marking you up he sinks his cock back into you, fingers tracing over the marks he left, “now you match daddy, baby”

part 2

[teasteeper]

retired-street-fighter-turned-househusband hendery who becomes the most domestic man ever…. maybe he teaches himself how to bake, cherry frosting on his fingers instead of bruises. and he has more time to read, which he’s always loved, holding your back to his chest and resting the book on your tummy and waiting for you to tell him when you’re done reading so he can flip the page…. gets obsessed with the thought of putting a ring on your finger and babies inside you ;c

[teasteeper]

loser hendery crying, begging and whimpering *drops mic*

or street fighter bf hendery.. (i need to make everything about him)

there are some nights where he looks and feels so defeated, his back slumped against the couch and neck bent to watch your head bob up and down, pretty lips spread around his cock. your choked whines as you swallow around him have him devastated, so overstimulated from your wet mouth and thoughts that he doesn't deserve it. he trails his eyes down his own bruised torso to where your soft cheeks hollow around him, holding himself back from reaching out to touch you, not wanting to break your focus.

it's so rare that he's more vocal than a few quiets groans and sighs, so you almost pull your lips off him when you hear his ruined voice, a low and drawn out groan that sends heat pooling in your tummy. you flick your eyes up to his face, his eyes squeezed shut and brows furrowed together, cheeks tinted light pink beneath the dark red and purple bruises, pretty lips parted and jaw dropped as a string of breathless whines leaves his throat.

his thoughts move so fast that he goes dumb, abs tensing as he starts to buck his hips up, stretching his hands behind his head and whimpering out when you take him to the back of your throat and gag around him, puffy lips touching his base and drool dripping down his balls. he’s all whines and desperate moans that mix with your muffled gagging, the muscles in his thighs and tummy twitching as he gets dumber and dumber. “don’t stop, baby. please- need it just like that”

[teasteeper]

I have some thoughts about soft street fighter bf hendery coming back home from a fight or a long day and he loves hearing you talk about the mundane things you did today like what color you painted your nails or what type of sweets you got at the market because he just wants to forget about the fight and the pain :’)

he makes your time together all about you, having you sit in his lap as he slots his fingers between yours. the difference is laughable, his bruised and bandaged hands compared to your soft manicured ones as he inspects the pretty pink colour on your nails. even the almond shape they’re filed into is soft, just like your hair that falls over your shoulder, the soft skin of your thighs squished together, softness in your eyes and voice as you lean into him and tell him all about your day

he’s sleepy and high and so sore, watching you bounce around your shared apartment showing him all the treasures from your daily outing.. pastries from the bakery that he takes one of and chews lazily.. new skincare that he lets you test on him, closing his eyes at the feel of the cooling face mask you smooth over his face.. trying on a cute new outfit he makes you do a spin in, beckoning you closer to him so he can run his big hands up and down your curves, “that’s real pretty, baby”

even though he doesn’t like you doting on him, he pretends to be asleep as you lean over him where he lays in bed, keeping his eyes closed and breaths steady as you dab the cuts and scrapes on his face with antiseptic. he almost sighs out at your feather light touch, barely feeling the sting of alcohol seeping into his busted lip

[teasteeper]

can’t tell if street fighter hendery is toxic or not, im so weirdly attracted to the dynamic 😭😭😭

18+ minors dni, f!reader, smut under the cut, pinv, weed

i've been writing a lot of toxic sf bf!dery but i want his character to be softer bc that's how i see him so.... bear with me while i get used to writing again

he's not toxic on purpose ;c he wants the best for you, and sees it as his responsibility to make that happen. everything he does is for you, so the only time he's angry is when you're worried about him, when something he's doing is making you anything less than happy. if you're ever hurt he takes the blame, so hard on himself, and sometimes taking it out on you ;c

but he does what he does so he can spoil you^^ with his time, affection, material things. he's only soft for you, letting you trace the bruises over his jaw and chest, pressing soft kisses to his skin. his hands have hurt so many people, covered in cuts and bruises but somehow so soft and pretty when they're on you. most of the time sex with him is so soft, sloppy thrusts into your warm cunt as he watches your doe eyes get wet with tears as his length stretches you open. his hooded gaze tries to take you in as much as possible, needing to memorize something so pretty to think of later when he's beating the shit out of some random

when he's home with you he's usually high, letting the weed subdue the ache in his body and anxious thoughts in his head. it makes him talkative, feeling the need to tell you everything he feels for you as he rambles, his voice deep and quiet

"y'the prettiest girl in the world.. how're you so pretty, hm?"

"my everything.. everything i do, s'just for you"

"no one else can see you like this. tell my it's mine"

[teasteeper]

sf!hendery being all soft and reassuring you of everything🥹🩷

;(((( everything street fighter bf!hendery does is for you, and you’re both getting more and more in need of those nights where he just holds you, his weed making his voice raspy and lazy as he rambles to you.

"i'll take you wherever you want to go. if you aren't happy here, pick a place and we're gone. anywhere. whatever makes you happy. s'all i care about"

it's nothing you haven't heard from him a million times, but he's serious, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to get away from his life in the city. his head rests on your tummy as you comb through his hair, his big hands smoothing over your warm skin and consumed in all your softness. he entertains himself with fantasies about retiring, taking you far away, getting married, making you the prettiest mommy.